The Essence Of Sex: Part One

Hot-as-hell sales rep Casey Calvert struts into the spa to pitch her Brazilian essential oils to masseuse Eliza Jane. Eliza's got her own supplier, but Casey's not backing down—she insists Eliza samples hers first. Work's piling up, but Eliza caves and lets Casey dab some on her temples. As Casey massages it in, she rattles off the perks: pure, potent, total game for relaxation. Eliza's hooked by the pitch and the quality, so she okay's a quick five-minute demo massage. Casey trails her into the room. Eliza perches on the table, clothes on, and Casey digs into her neck and shoulders. A few chill minutes in, Casey coos for her to lie down. Eliza peels off her shirt to dodge oil stains. She's loving every second, moaning deep as the stuff soaks into her skin like a sly lover. Casey smirks and spills: this blend's got sandalwood, nature's dirty little aphrodisiac. She breaks down the body's wild reactions—endorphins firing, blood pumping hot. Time's up, says Casey, but Eliza's all puppy eyes, begging for the front treatment. She flips, and Casey's hands roam free, grabbing those perky tits as Eliza groans like she's in heat. Casey ups the ante: ditch the undies, avoid the mess. Eliza nods, and hell, she guides Casey's hand right to her slick pussy. Casey hesitates—business boundaries, right?—but damn, for this cute little blonde, she bends the rules. Finger slides in deep, then Casey's tongue laps at that swollen clit. Eliza bucks and twists on the table, exploding hard right in her mouth. Greedy now, Eliza strips Casey bare and dives between her legs, eating her out till Casey shatters. Eliza spins her ass around for a slow, teasing 69 that builds like a storm. Then she clamps those thighs on Casey's pussy, scissoring fierce with oil slicking every grind.